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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.