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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.