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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.