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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.