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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.