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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.