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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.