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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.