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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.