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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.