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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.