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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Gong,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.