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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Can,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.