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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Faust,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.