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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.