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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.