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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.