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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.