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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.