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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
AZ,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.