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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.