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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Slave,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.