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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.