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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.