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 United States and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.