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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.