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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
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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.