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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.