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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.