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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.