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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.