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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.