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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.