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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.