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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.