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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Swans,
This Heat,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.