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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
UT,
Quadrant,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.