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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.