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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.