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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.