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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.