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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.