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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
X-102,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.