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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.