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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.