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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.