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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.