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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
The Names,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.