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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.