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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.