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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.