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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.