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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.