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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.