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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.