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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.