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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Cameo to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Crime,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.