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 France and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.