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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.