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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.