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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.