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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.