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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Neu!,
cv313,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.