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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.