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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.