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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.