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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Can,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Crime,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.