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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.