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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.