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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.