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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.