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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Martian,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Wire,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.