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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.