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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.