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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.