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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.