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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.