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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.