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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.