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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.