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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.