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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.