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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.