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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DNA to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Slave,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.