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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.