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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.