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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.