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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.