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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
UT,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.