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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.