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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.