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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.