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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.