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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Brick,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.