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 Italy 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Ronan,
PIL,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.