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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
ABBA,
UT,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.