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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.