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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.