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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Pole,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.