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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Wire,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.