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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.