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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Zapp,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.