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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.