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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.