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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.