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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.