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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.