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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.