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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.