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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.