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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.