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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Television,
Nico,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.