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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.