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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.