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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.