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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.