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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
X-101,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.