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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.