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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.