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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Motorama,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.