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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
JFA,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.