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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.