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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Crime,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.