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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.