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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.