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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.