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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
ABC,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.