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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.