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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
X-101,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.