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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.