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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.