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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.