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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.