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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.