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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Names,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.