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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s 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 AZ 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.