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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.