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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.