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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.