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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.