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 Niger 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.