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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.