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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.