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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.