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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.