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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.