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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.