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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.