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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.