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 Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.