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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.