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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.