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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.