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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.