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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.