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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.