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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Japan,
The Monks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.