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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.