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 Peru 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.