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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.