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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
New Order,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.