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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.