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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.