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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Monks,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.