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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.