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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.