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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Visage,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.