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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.