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 and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Faust,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.