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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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 Techniques,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.