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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.