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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Gong,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.