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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.