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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.