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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.