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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.