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 France and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.