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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.