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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.