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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
X-101,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.