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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.