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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.