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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Index,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.