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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.