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 Malta 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.