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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.