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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.