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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.