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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.