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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Index,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.