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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
PIL,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.