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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.