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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.