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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.