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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Technova,
Moebius,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.