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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.