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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Index,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.