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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.