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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.