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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.