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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.