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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.