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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.