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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.