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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.