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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.