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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Symarip,
PIL,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.