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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.