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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.