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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.