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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.