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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.