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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.