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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.