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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Scion,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Nas,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.