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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.