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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.