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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.