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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.