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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Shoche,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Gories,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.