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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Q65,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.