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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.