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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 808 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.