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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.