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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.