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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.