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 Finland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.