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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.