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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.