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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.