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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.