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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Wings,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Crime,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.