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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.