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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Monks,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.