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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.