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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.