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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.