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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Franke,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.