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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
PIL,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.