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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.