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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.