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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.