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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.