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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.