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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.