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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.