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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.