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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Q65,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.