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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.