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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
the Association,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.