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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.