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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.