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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.