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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wake to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.