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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.