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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.