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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.