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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.