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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Magma to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.