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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.