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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.