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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.