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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.