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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.