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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.