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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.