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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
CMW,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.