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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Can,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.