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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.