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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.