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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
UT,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.