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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Q65,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.