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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.