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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.