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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.