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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.