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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.