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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.