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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.