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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.