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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.