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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.