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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
JFA,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.