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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.