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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.