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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.