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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.