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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.