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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang of Four 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.