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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.