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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.