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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Shoche,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.