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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.