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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.