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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.