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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.