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 South Africa 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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.