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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.