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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.