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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.