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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.