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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.