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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.