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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.