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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.