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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.