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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.