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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.