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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.