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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.