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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.