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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.