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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.