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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.