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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.