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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.