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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.