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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.