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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.