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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.