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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.