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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.