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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.