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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.