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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.