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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.