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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Smog,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.