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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
X-101,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.