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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.