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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.