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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.