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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.