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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.