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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.