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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.