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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.