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 France and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.