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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.