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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.