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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Mars,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.