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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.