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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.