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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Index,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.