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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.