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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.