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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.