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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.