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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.