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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Index,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.