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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.