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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Liliput,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.