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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.