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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.