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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brick to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.