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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.