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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.