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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Index,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.