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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.