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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.