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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.