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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Can,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.