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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Smog,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.