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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.