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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.