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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.