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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Slave,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.