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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.