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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Magma,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.