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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.