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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
UT,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.