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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.