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 London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.