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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.