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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.