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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.