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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.