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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.