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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.