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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.