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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.