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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Excepter,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.