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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.