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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Franke,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.