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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.