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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.