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 Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.