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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.