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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.