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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.