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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.