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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.