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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.