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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.