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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.