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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.