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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.