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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.