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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Make Up,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.