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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.