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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.