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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.