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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.