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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.