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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.