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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.