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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.