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 United States 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.