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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.