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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.