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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.