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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.