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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.