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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.