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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.