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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
10cc,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.