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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
ABC,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.