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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.