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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.