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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.