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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.