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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Skaos,
10cc,
PIL,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.