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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.