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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.