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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.