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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.