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 Singapore and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.