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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.