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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.