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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
the Association,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.