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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.