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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.