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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.