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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.