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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.