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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.