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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Index,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.