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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.