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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.