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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Magazine 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.