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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.