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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Wings to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.