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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
X-102,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Gong,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.