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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.