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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.