Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.