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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.