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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.