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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.