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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gladiators to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.