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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.