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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.