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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.