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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.