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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.