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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.