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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.