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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.