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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.