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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.