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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.