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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 JFA to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.