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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.