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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.