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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.