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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.