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 Zambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.