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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Nas,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.