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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.