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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.