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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.