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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Darondo,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.