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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.