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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.