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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.