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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.