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 New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.