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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.