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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.