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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.