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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.