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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.