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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Pole,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.