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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Neu!,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.