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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.