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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Move,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.