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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.