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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.