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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Saints,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.