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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.