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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.