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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.