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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.