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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magazine 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 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
X-101,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.