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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.