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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.