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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.