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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.