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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Martian,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.