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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.