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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.