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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.