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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 rhodes 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.