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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.