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 Kosovo 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.