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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Can 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.