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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.