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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.