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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.