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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.