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 Slovakia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
UT,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.