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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.