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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.